I Gotta' Go

I wasn't sure whose eyes held more sorrow -- mine or the golden-brown eyes of the Rhodesian Ridgeback mix into which I peered.

We had a history together, he and I, of three years. His owner had encouraged and supported me through difficult times. Upon meeting her dog, Boone, he had looked at me with those loving eyes and my heart had immediately melted.

After an absence of a year, I had the opportunity to pet sit him for a couple of days. I was so glad to see him. Upon my arrival, he wagged his tail approvingly while jumping up and propping his front paws on me.

I had left from my initial visit to pick up the key and instructions, struck by how much I had missed them both.

I cheerished the two days I had with Boone. I was able to walk him down the dead-end street unleashed because he always kept me in is sight. He followed my commands quickly -- sometimes sitting in front of me eagerly awaiting my next instruction.

Now, my car is packed and I tell Boone "I gotta' go." He stays on his bed across the room, already establishing the physical distance between us that will only grow. My heart is heavy because I will miss the affection and companionship he afforded me during these last two days.

Thank you, Lord, for the ever-present investment you make in each one of us. Thank you that there is no physical distance between us. May we pour into our relationship with you eagerly awaiting your guidance in our lives. Amen.

Therefore the Lord longs to be gracious to you, and therefore He waits on high to have compassion on you for the Lord is a God of justice. How blessed are all those who long for Him. Isaiah 30:18